wont you show us what you hide
wont you tell us what is at your side 
for how much longer must we bide 
do not run from us, that has been tried
do not seek out your mother for a ride
and certainly not your father, refrain from your stride
who else do you have to confide
who else will take you inside 
you are alone with no-one by your side
so wont you tell us what you hide
we shall peel back your hide 
you will no more push us aside
did you think we can be defied
believe me this is all to be justified
with little time you will soon be sanctified
oh my
what horrors your visage seems to horde
why with this no one could feel any pride
i did not believe it possible to be so cross-eyed
we do not mean to deride
but your face has left some of us mortified
please do not be so snide
but the feel of you and cyanide seems to coincide
so please retreat to your bedside
for yoour sanctity has been denied